The Wonder of Salvation: Bao*: China

I was brought to Christianity through the influence of my mother. This was how the Lord chose to save me, and it was completely the grace of God for me to become His child. My mother heard the gospel through her sister, before I was born. During that time, she had anemia and was seriously ill. In the beginning, she believed in the Lord because she wanted to be healed of her own sickness. After a few years (when I was still young), she had a serious relapse. But before she went to the hospital, she prayed and was miraculously healed. Since then, there have been no more relapses.

Forty days after I was born, I had a red spot on my neck. In the beginning, my parents were not concerned. Before long, however, my whole body was covered with red spots, which then developed into blisters. After the boils erupted, the fluid caused unbearable irritations and pain. I suffered this sickness for twelve years without cure, even though we sought medical help everywhere—including countless hospital visits. We spent a lot of money, and I took many different medicines, but with no result. I was miserable and hopeless. My mother even prayed that the Lord would take my life if need be, as she could not bear to watch my suffering.

During these twelve years, I followed my mother to all the preaching services and prayer meetings in the church. Even though I never had a good night sleep due to the irritation and pain, I awoke every morning at four or five o’clock to follow my mom to all the morning prayer meetings in the church. My mother also took me to all kinds of healing services, but I was never cured.

As I grew, my impatience with the Lord also grew, and my heart kept asking why the Lord did not heal me and take my pain away. Although I had complaints in my heart, I still followed my mom to all the church services. My mom and I were sure God was able to heal me.

I slowly grew in the knowledge of the Lord, knowing that Jesus is the only true God, who died for my sins on the cross and was raised on the third day. I knew trusting the Lord Jesus Christ was the way to heaven. I believed He was the omnipotent God who could heal my sickness. To be completely honest, I do not know when exactly I repented of my sins and began to develop a meaningful relationship with Him. However, I never doubted my faith ever, and I am convinced that I am a child of God.

When I was twelve, my mom was desperately praying for my sickness, and a name of a village kept appearing in her mind, although she had never heard of it before. Wanting to understand, she fasted for thirty days (taking only one meal a day). One day she heard of the place (called “Gaowan”) from a food seller who was from that village. He told my mom that, indeed, there was a doctor there who was well-known to cure skin disease. My mom immediately took me there, and the doctor prescribed me some medicine for me and told me that I would need to take it for about forty-five days. In addition, he told me that there was no guarantee that I would be cured. However, my mom was confident that it was the Lord who brought us there and that I would be healed. We returned home; and, after the first time I took the medicine, my itch stopped. After taking the medicine a second time, all the red spots were gone. Miraculously, I was completely cured after another six days! I believed firmly that it was the Lord who cured my sickness. Since then—more than twenty years ago—I have had no relapse.

I am very thankful to the Lord for healing me, especially because the healing took place when I was old enough to remember the grace of the Lord and not before. I will not forget the grace of the Lord; I have given my life to Him to serve and follow Him.